SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)



She looked as perfect and beautiful as when we’d walked into the restroom, while I was a fucking mess. How did she do that to me? I had to dick around in the bathroom, cleaning the cum off my pants and holding them under the dryer. She was so sexy and I'd just come, but I felt ready to go again as soon I started thinking about her.

I eventually extricated myself from the handicapped restroom, looking vaguely presentable, and as I suspected, she was nowhere to be seen. Back beneath the tower, there was an empty space where her car had been. I was not defeated. I’d find her again. It was crazy, I kept telling myself. I didn’t want a relationship, but as I was getting older, maybe it was time I thought about settling down. Exactly how much longer could I race, anyway?

I headed back to the Four Seasons as darkness crept across the clear Texan sky. I went for a drink or two in the hotel bar by myself, not ready to go up to my lonely suite and think about her just yet. However, the dark outside and the growing fatigue in my head meant it couldn’t be put off much longer, so I made my way upstairs to my room.

I opened my door and headed through to the bedroom, not at all ready for the surprise that greeted me. My heart stopped for a moment. I saw Summer on my bed, waiting for me. I blinked and realized it wasn’t Summer. The long dark hair had confused me.

Suzi sat on my bed, her chin resting on one knee and her other foot dangling above the white fur rug that Summer and I had made love on. She was wearing only gray briefs and a tiny, tight, white, cotton undershirt. She looked up from her phone as I entered. “There you are.” She smiled coyly at me. “You were so long I almost started without you.”

“Suzi, darling…” I swallowed. “I…really wasn’t expecting you.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she replied, surprising me. “Sit down. We have a little problem...” Bewildered, I took a seat on one of the plush armchairs grouped together just across from the bed. “Baby?” Suzi called out. Crystal, the hot blonde I’d met at the pre-race dinner before I hooked up with Summer, stepped into the room, naked except for a pair of white cotton panties. “Poor Crystal,” began Suzi, “hasn’t been having the best weekend. I told her she could have you while I was away at my modeling job, but she said she lost you after she told you I couldn’t make it. Now she’s lonely and wants to know if she can play with us.”

Crystal made shy eyes at me, confirming what Suzi said while gently sucking on the tip of her finger. “That’s okay, isn’t it?” teased Crystal as she crossed over to the bed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, anyway. Two hot models were laying it all out for me, inviting me to fuck them both concurrently. For a second, I forgot about Summer. Maybe this was just what I needed to get her out of my system.

Suzi knelt on the edge of the huge bed as Crystal sauntered up to it and let out a low moan as they kissed, open-mouthed. Crystal eased Suzi’s shirt up over her shapely, firm breasts and sighed breathlessly as the two girls’ uncovered nipples rubbed lightly against each other, hardening as they touched.

Damn, this was hot. I could feel my erection growing fast. I wanted to be with Summer, I really did, but there was only so much temptation a man could take.

Suzi spun Crystal away from her before cupping those full, tanned breasts from behind and gently biting her slender shoulder. Both girls turned their heads and smiled at me. Suzi stroked her hands lightly down to Crystal’s underwear. The blonde girl closed her eyes, letting her head roll back onto Suzi’s shoulder as the other girl’s fingers pushed under the flimsy material to fondle Crystal’s sex concealed between her firm, toned thighs. Crystal hooked her thumbs under her panties and gently slid them down, revealing her shining, perfectly shaved pussy. She stepped out of them and turned around to face Suzi, who stroked her hand over that beautiful bald mound, a flawlessly manicured and painted finger slipping easily inside Crystal’s eager, wet slit.